Chapter 103 Raindrops in the Same Puddle
When he was dragged by the wrist into the elevator, Ming Zhao was still hitting him with his bag and talking like a machine gun.
"Let go, Zhou Tingyun, where are you taking me?! This is some private property I don't know about. Which of your good sisters did you buy this for?"
"Why aren't you talking? Are you feeling guilty? Are you agreeing?"
Zhou Tingyun ignored her nagging and just looked at the numbers jumping on the display screen quietly, waiting patiently for the elevator door to open.
With a "ding" sound, Zhou Tingyun exerted a little force with his hand and pulled her in.
Ming Zhao grabbed the entrance cabinet and refused to leave. He also threatened to check carefully to see if there was any clue that anyone had been here.
Then he was forcibly picked up.
"Zhou Tingyun!"
…
When she was made to sit on the edge of the bed, she was already panting from exhaustion from struggling in vain, and her face was flushed.
Just as I was about to look up and glare at him, the first thing that caught my eye was a curtain.
"Huh?" She paused.
Zhou Tingyun is not like her. He likes to curl up in bed and watch movies. He is very busy and doesn’t have time for that.
Then why...
Feeling strange, I subconsciously looked around.
Everything in the room is in sight.
Her pupils shrank slightly, her eyes were full of shock, and her breathing seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and stagnated in an instant.
The same layout, the same arrangement, from the color of the curtains to the randomly placed dolls, nothing is different.
This place is exactly the same as her room.
Every detail seems to have been copied and pasted, so exquisite that it is terrifying.
"you……"
She looked at Zhou Tingyun in shock, but saw that the man just turned on the projector calmly.
Soon, the soft light from the projector shone on the screen, and the picture gradually emerged.
Immediately afterwards, videos began to play automatically.
In the gray morning, the girl sat at the dining table, eating breakfast with sleepy eyes. She dozed off little by little like a chick pecking at rice. Then, urged by the alarm clock, she hurried out with the sound of jingling bells.
Under the bright lights in the living room, she tied her hair into a bun and sat cross-legged on the sofa, taking an online class with a bitter look on her face, her hair messed up.
Amidst the cheerful Christmas music, her beautiful skirt drew a light arc as she hummed a song and applied lipstick in front of the entrance mirror.
Ming Zhao's mind went blank, his heart was beating so fast that it almost jumped out of his chest, and he stared at the videos in a daze.
Everything is her, the self who spent four years alone abroad.
I was completely confused.
"You...how could you..."
"Aunt Fang is my guest." He answered her doubts frankly.
The video was filmed by his aunt and sent to him.
The reason is to care about the lady's recent situation.
It covers everything, including food, clothing, housing and transportation.
No wonder…
All the things that once seemed strange to us now have answers.
No wonder I receive all kinds of gifts from time to time, including desserts, jewelry, dresses, dolls, etc.
She had always thought that they were annoying suitors who appeared out of nowhere, but those gifts always inexplicably fit her wishes, as if they were carefully selected by someone who knew her very well.
No wonder my aunt always says indirectly, "Mr. still cares about you."
She never wanted to listen and was angry and resistant, so her aunt carefully stopped talking about it.
No wonder the bodyguard looked so familiar. Once in Las Vegas, that dangerous place flashed before her eyes.
All the neglected details of the past now unfolded clearly in her mind.
"It's not good to always go back to the villa to your room, so I often sleep here. With your voice and fragrance, it feels like you are always by my side."
Zhou Tingyun originally planned to confess his feelings after getting married, but Mingzhao suspected that he might like someone else.
His eyes fell on the girl's trembling eyelashes, her panicked and helpless round eyes, and her tightly bitten lower lip.
He seemed to be frightened, and his arrogance just now disappeared.
He smiled and asked, "Why aren't you talking, baby?"
"Don't you always feel that I don't love you enough?"
The man spoke slowly in a calm and gentle voice.
"Want to know what I did to your video?"
Ming Zhao's throat was dry and she felt a little creepy, as if a cold snake was slowly crawling along her spine, and the cold and wet touch gave her layer of goose bumps.
Numbness from scalp to heels.
Seeing the girl like this, Zhou Tingyun felt a little helpless and sighed softly.
"You always asked me why I couldn't do it sooner... Baby, you didn't know anything at the time. You got drunk and climbed on me, and the next day you only treated me as your brother."
He could see that she had no other feelings for him.
"What should I do? Say I like you just because I suddenly realize I have desire for you, even though we were... for the past ten years, and then use your dependence on me to lure you into being with me."
"What's the difference between this and scum?"
Inside the room, the video had been paused at some point, and all they could hear was each other's breathing.
One is light and the other is heavy, they are the undulating waves and the soaked beach, the tangled and sticky spider webs, and the raindrops falling into the same puddle on a rainy day, gradually turning dark red and blending together.
Very quiet.
Zhou Tingyun looked at the girl's clenched fingertips, the joints of which were a beautiful and healthy light pink.
Only he knew that he was indeed a scumbag.
He could not think of any other explanation for what happened that night, except that he had long coveted the daughter he had raised with his own hands.
But how early was it? Sixteen? Seventeen? Or even earlier? Zhou Tingyun didn't dare to trace the origin.
When Ming Zhao left, no one dared to stop him, let alone contact him.
Decorating the room, letting the aunt secretly take videos, and falling asleep while watching these are already the results of psychological intervention and restraint.
Whether he was acting coquettishly, complaining, or choking up, he could easily abandon his responsibilities as an older brother, allowing the darkness to corrode him and causing him to do something irreparable.
But she still has a bright future.
A girl’s eighteen years old is lively and bright, and it’s time for her to see a wider world.
What he had to learn first was to let go, rather than dragging her into this quagmire.
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